Are we institutionalizedBy the demands of today?In our regalia are we ok?

Because the flash of a bladeIs one less getting paidThere in the lineAnd he ice and goldIt’s just a double codeIt’s a paradigmFor every little thingThat fashion gives you

So the puritanOn a Monday morningSaid happy sad melodyI’m waltzingOn an amazing pulseIn a pornographic seaWhere the absent bladeIs one less in the paradeTo throw overboardAnd the ice and goldIt’s just a double codeIt’s a metaphorFor every little thingThat fashion gives you

I’m falling into something thatPlays upon the metronomeIn your heartIt’s smoke and it’s mirrorsUntil the auto cue startsThen the dry ice comesAnd we start sucking our thumbs on the TVAnd the joy of peopleSpirited away so merrilyIt’s part of every little thing that fashion gives you